Yesterday I was reminded of a few pithy truisms about Ye Olde Internets: Never post anything on the internet that you aren’t comfortable with it existing forever. On the internet, copyright is largely irrelevant. APIs and the ecosystem they support provide interesting mechanisms for discovering both new works and infringement.

Yesterday I saw a Google link to a Flickr DNA page for my photos. From there, I clicked to a related Technorati page with references to my photos. Curious, I dug in a bit more and found these minor references:

It’s been ten years since The Prodigy released the epic / controversial / banned / aired / lauded / awarded / imitated video for Smack My Bitch Up. Lately I’ve thought it wouldn’t be a bad accompaniment to a Mike Skinner track. It’s still a piece of genius, even post-Gondry, post-Cunningham. Click through for (NSFW) video.

One morning at my local, Piccino, I inquired where Jamie was. “He moved to New York,” was the reply. I was dismayed, SF had lost a prodigal barista and a good soul. Fast-forward a year, and by complete chance I walk into this tiny place, Abraço Espresso (7th street @ 1st Ave) and there was my friend! He and his business partners (also San Francisco expats) have brought ristretto perfection to the East Village.

We were greeted like old friends, crowded into the tiny space between the door and the bar; which evoked the Linden kiosk in Hayes Valley with its combination of walnut and fogged plexiglass, stainless steel and the hulking Marzocco.

We stayed for an hour and a half, chatting with Jamie’s business partners, sampling the food (and of course the divine espresso). Took photos and met new friends, got directions to a haberdashery and enjoyed the warmth of the space.

Abraço doesn’t have decaf or soy milk (they make their own almond milk from scratch for the dairy-averse). There’s no wi-fi or MP3s being pumped into the air. The music comes from an LP, the turntable perched atop a cage shelf already crammed into the impossibly tiny, but well-laid out space. Nothing feels out of place, object, patron or otherwise.

I finally finished watching Amelie. I’m struggling with both loving the film (I’d now consider it a favorite) and being dismayed by the dismantling of a central premise of the story, that Amelie doesn’t need a boy (or love from a boy) to be happy.

I went looking for an iPhone Subway Map, after having failed to assemble my own (in both PDF and 4K raster) and found this useful bit of kit from Khoi Vinh.

I also found a very pretty, well-designed, legible and enjoyable blog. I suppose you’d expect that from the design director of NYTimes.com. Did I mention the design is great? (Also eerily familiar. He also posted about The Wire this week.)